“I saw that,” I said.

She looked up at me, and what was in her face was not shock, because she was too old and had seen too much to be shocked by her mother anymore, but something quieter and sadder, a kind of confirmation.

“Not I miss you,” she said.

“Not I’m sorry.

Not even, Can I please come.

Just, how will it look for me.” She swallowed, and looked back down at the screen, and read the rest, and I saw her reach the part I already knew was there.

“She’s bringing Gregory,” Samantha said.